How to Focus Like a Pro When You Have Too Many Writing IDEAS

It’s a war. The computer stares you down, ready to fight to the death. If you get words in the blinking screen you are the winner. Otherwise… You loose. But for once the lack of words isn’t from the missing muse. It’s from your buzzing mind filled with amazing ideas. You can’t choose just one. Which means you can’t focus. And you can’t write. But with a few tricks you can win the battle to write and set your ideas[Read more]

How to Help Your Child Brush Their Teeth Every Day Without Debate and With a Smile

It seems impossible, doesn’t it? The only people who have kids that brush their teeth without problems are supermoms who can wash the dishes, feed the dog and bake cookies at the same time while showing their own pearly white smile. Or some sort of kid whisperer. Basically, not you. Or me. My kiddo is that master of finding reasons not to brush his teeth. “I still need to eat breakfast and I don’t want to brush them twice,” He[Read more]

THe Ghost House

  One time a boy found a house that was breaking. He had tools. He wanted to fix the house. Why? Because he wanted it to be looking nice and paint it. But he found a ghost! It was white and looked like a blanket flying! He screamed and he runned away from the house. He counted 5,4,3,2,1 and he runned away so long that he slept while he was running. The ghost was too slow. It took day and[Read more]

5 Surprising Things You Notice Once You Finally Call Yourself a WRITER.

  At first you do it in secret. Hands ready, computer screen glowing. You begin. The words pour out in a gush. You’ve never felt better than when you’re writing. Yet no one knows. They say you aren’t a professional writer until you call yourself one. So, I’ve started telling people. And I’ve noticed a few things that happen once you finally admit your secret. That you are a writer. 1. You are SO Not Alone I admit it, heart[Read more]

An Open Letter to My New Kindergartener

  It can’t be that time already, can it, kiddo? Yesterday I held you in my arms, feeling prouder that I have ever felt. Yesterday, you couldn’t reach the cereal box. Yesterday, you were still my baby. But tomorrow the world will call you a kid. People will try to shape and mold you into the person they think is best. Tomorrow, you start school. And you couldn’t more excited. When you were a toddler I used to imagine you[Read more]